When I was little, my Dad would take me on road trips. He’d fold down the back seat of our family’s silver Ford Capri and I’d make a nest in the back from sleeping bags, Tintins, and several boxes of Smarties. Then we’d drive for hours and I’d try to convince him to find a hotel with a pool.
My favourite was when we’d get to the Okanagan Valley, buy cherries from a little shack on the highway, eat them, and then hurl the pits out the open sun roof. Speeding into the mountains, throwing seeds into the sky…
This is one of my favourite songs ever, and it reminds me of that. Happy Father’s Day.
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